Sasha watched the man leaving in the wheelchair through her window. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears. Did he just call her name? And twice even. She watched him enter his car wistfully. She had missed him—his figure, his face, his voice. She missed everything about him, and she thought she was getting over him. What a joke!
All it took was seeing his face again, and her heart went into overdrive. What made her think she could forget a love that had been nurtured for fourteen years? Why is she secretly happy that he refused to sign the papers? No, Sasha! she screamed in her mind. Don’t let yourself be carried away again. You have to let go. You are not meant to have him. This feeling of ecstasy won't last long. He might have been nice to you this minute, but that does not mean
